Kissing is a habit Fucking is a game Guys get all the pleasure Girls get all the pain The guy says i love you You belive its true but when your tummy starts to swell, he says 'to hell with you' 10 minutes of pleasure 9 months in pain 3 days in hospital a baby without a name the baby is a bastard the mother is a whore this never wouldn't have happened if the rubber wouldn't have torn. Sent by Robert Send this poem to a friend 1 There once was a man from Calcutta Who spoke with a terrible stutter To the waiter he said, "Give me bu-bu-bu-bread and some bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-butter." Sent by Jennifer Send this poem to a friend 2 ROBIN HOOD You've heard the tale of Robin Hood, and how he did poor people good. But there's more to this story, of Sherwood forests pride and glory. At night when all the robbing was done, the merry men would have their fun. In fact it would be fair to say, the merry men were quite GAY. As little John starts to unwind, Robin takes it from behind, and as they frolic in the grass, Robin takes it up the arse. One day when they were all at play, a cute maiden came their way. She walked up to Friar Tuck and asked if he would like a FUCK. Little John couldn't believe his ears, she 's offering sex to al us queers. As he recovers from the shock, Robin presents her with his cock. For Marian this was sheer bliss, as he fullfilled her every wish. When all was done she gave a whine. Thanks boys for a lovely time. But for this pleasure, you must pay. I've got pox have anice day. Listen here said Friar Tuck, we don't even give a fuck. the jokes on you, you silly cow. We've got AID's whose fucked now? Sent by Gina Send this poem to a friend 3 There once was a woman from Niczes Whose breasts were two different sizes One it was small It was nothing at all The other was large and won prizes Sent by karen Send this poem to a friend 4 There once was a man from Madras With testicles made of spun glass When he rubbed them together They played "Stormy Weather" And lightning shot out of his ass Sent by karen Send this poem to a friend 5
